About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"Hehe, what about me?"

Mostima nodded, stretched out his fingers and poked at Orson with a smile.

"Even you, Miss Mostima."

Orson dodged to the side and responded at the same time. At the same time, he did not forget to manipulate the rest symbol to roll up the salt shaker next to it and sprinkle salt into the pot.

"Am I the same... Hehe, if that's the case, make me a breakfast too?"

It seemed that Mostima didn't intend to leave. Instead, she stayed beside Orson all the time, and even wrapped her slender demon tail around Orson's inner thigh, which made Orson get goosebumps all over his body.

"Come on—Miss Mostima, if you keep doing this, I, uh, I'll squeeze mustard in your eggs."

Orson uttered the threat in a way that looked ugly and was actually hip-pushing.

Although Orson's personality can restrain most people, but facing a personality like "Sister Shi Le" is a bit overwhelming.As for the existence of Mostima who is more "magic" than Sister Shi Le, Orson is completely passive.

"That sounds really scary~"

Mostima shrugged to show that he was frightened by Orson's horrific threat, and then walked to the side dining table and fiddled with the vases on the table.

Orson, who was finally let go by the female pomegranate, was relieved, but he thought of something, and while putting the sausage in the pan, he asked Mostima.

"Angel was looking for you yesterday, didn't you go to see her later?"

Hearing the name of the powerful angel, Mostima just smiled and shook his head.

"That child is too reckless, and always has endless enthusiasm and drive. This is the type I can't handle the most. So let her cool down a little bit, it's better for both of us."

"Hmm... Although I don't know about the relationship between you and Angel, Ms. Mostima, is this really good? Even I can feel how much she misses you, and you haven't seen each other for a long time, right? At least - woohoo!?"

In the middle of Orson's speech, Mostima suddenly got up and stretched out his hands to the sides of his cheeks.

"Although I know you have no malicious intentions, it is not a good habit to provide others with self-feeling advice, Orson, or——you have finally decided to become closer to me, close enough to share each other's sins Is it gone?"

Mostima stretched out the tip of his indigo tongue and approached Orson lightly, his warm and moist breath was even visible to the naked eye.

"Miss Mostima—"

Orson took out a piece of toast and stuffed it into Mostima's mouth, then stepped back to try to increase the distance, but hit the edge of the dining table before taking two steps back.

"About that night...well, did you act that way because you saw me as some...character that has special meaning to you?"

"See it as some kind of character?"

Mostima put the toast in his mouth aside, and continued to approach Orson as if hunting.

"What I see is a saint, but also a devil, a savior, and a destroyer, a redeemed person with a firm gaze, and at the same time—a vain and false thing that cannot even know the essence of its own existence."

"Although I don't know exactly what you're talking about, can you please stop rubbing my head, Ms. Mostima..."

Mostima said all kinds of fancy and mysterious words, but his hands kept rubbing Orson's head back and forth.

"Hahaha, the feel is smoother than expected, so I'm a little addicted if I'm not careful, don't worry Orson, do you know that according to the latest research of Rhine Life, being rubbed on the head by others can help your body develop?"

"real!!"

"I lied to you."

"Hey woo woo woo!"

Orson broke free from Mostima and ran straight to the corner to plant mushrooms.

"Oh, did you accidentally bully me too much? In short——Orson, it doesn't matter what incarnation you are in my eyes. What matters is what kind of existence I am in your eyes? Angels, demons, The chaos of inclusions and gaps? You couldn't hear my melody clearly last time, so what about this time?"

Mostima put away her usual joking and flat tone. Although she still didn't show any sadness or joy, Orson felt that this sentence was more formal.

"Listen, Orson. My heartbeat, my melody, my everything."

Mostima walked up to Orson, the fallen angel didn't put on an expression like he was about to smile, and Orson noticed for the first time that when Mostima put away his smile, that face seemed to be vaguely With a touch of sadness.

"Miss Mostima, you—"

"Good morning, Orson! I'm craving apples for breakfast--why! Momomomostima!?"

Orson was about to listen to the melody of Mostima, but an accident happened again - the angel of energy opened the door and greeted Orson carelessly, and Texas was still following him.

The moment she noticed Mostima, Nengtian almost overloaded and burned the CPU, but before she could make the next reaction, Mostima stuck out her tongue with a smile, and pulled out the 'black key' behind her Activate the origin stone skill - the lock of waste time.

"Wait--"

In this way, the energy angel was fixed in a posture of stretching out his arms forward in surprise, and even Dexus beside him was also imprisoned.

"Hey, Ms. Mostima, what are you...?"

Orson, who was not affected by the lock of waste time, looked confused. It's a big deal that Mostima smashed Varudo when they met, and Angel Angel is not some bad high school student who sells fish.

"It will be very troublesome to explain if they are caught now. The lock of waste time can't restrain them for a long time. Come with me for a while, Orson?"

Mostima smiled and stretched out his hand to Orson, dragging him to the edge of the office window forcefully.

"—One moment! Hey, Mostima, I knew you were back!"

The shackles of the Shackle of Waste Time were released, and the Archangel immediately chased in the direction of the two of them.

"..."

Texas didn't say anything, but she followed suit with little hesitation.

"Lend me your mascot for a day first, Angel, and Texas~"

"and many more……!"

"Eh? Could it be that Ms. Mostima, you want to——Wow!"

The blue-haired fallen angel waved at the two who were approaching, then hugged Orson and jumped out of the window without any hesitation.

"I haven't finished my breakfast—!"

Angel and Texas rushed to the window, but they couldn't see anything when they looked out following Orson's screams.

"...can be an angel"

"...Well, I know. Even if it's Mastema, I will never back down in this situation."

Energy Angel and Texas looked at each other, and then the two of them were very tacitly ready to track.

——Dare to snatch a man under your nose, you are too brave!

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"Uh-uh-uh...a bit nauseous, luckily I didn't have breakfast—Miss Mostima, don't rub me now..."

At a breakfast stall on Longmen Street, Orson's head was resting on the table with a tangled face, while Mostima was sitting next to Orson, smiling as usual, but rubbing Orson with one hand like rubbing a dog's head.

"Sorry, I didn't expect your physique to be weaker than I imagined. It seems that next time you should not use the white key on yourself to counteract gravity."

Mostima apologized with a smile, and at the same time reached out for two drawers of steamed buns.

"As compensation, let me treat you to breakfast. Although I have been to many city-states in Yan Kingdom, the steamed stuffed buns from Longmen are more delicious."

Mostima picked up a bun and blew on it, then gently stretched out the tip of his tongue to test the temperature.

"Miss Mostima must have been to many places, right?"

Orson, who had been slow for a long time, sent a text message to the Texas Energy Angel to tell them that he was safe and not to worry, and at the same time raised his head and asked Mostima.

"Of course, I have seen many interesting landscapes and many unforgettable mysteries."

"What does it feel like to travel the world...? Someone I know - technically I don't 'know' her yet, but I know she's been in many corners of this continent too."

Orson recalled his memories of the doctor, but no matter how he dug, all he could get was the "ghost image" he witnessed when Rosemary went berserk.

"Of course I can tell you, but for the [Messenger], information is a treasure that is more precious than purified source stones, pure gold, and ancient technology. You must buy it? Don't worry, because you are an employee of Penguin Logistics. So I'll give you a 9% discount, how about it?"

Mostima smiled and said to Orson, afterward, he was still scalded by the steamed bun soup that had been tested for a long time.

"What a subtle discount..."

"Haha, an excellent piece of intelligence is enough to determine the lives and deaths of tens of millions of people, or do you think those lives should also be advertised as 'free'?"

"...I see, how much do you need?"

Orson nodded, then looked at Mostima.

"Kiss me on the cheek."

"Eh!?"

Orson was taken aback by Mostima's so-called "price."

"Is it too cheap to believe?"

"No... I think it's too strange. I can't do this kind of behavior. Ms. Mostima, is there any other payment method? I still have some money on hand, although it may not be a lot. I guess you have to go to Alina. Row……"

"—"

Seeing Orson's 'rejection' without any hesitation, Mostima was startled for a moment, and then showed that elusive smile again.

Mostima stood up and sat in front of Orson. She swayed her legs lightly, and the tail behind her also swayed more frequently as if she was a little joyful.

"Another form of payment? Of course not, if you feel it would be a disgrace to have a lip mark on the cheek of a fallen angel."

"No...that's not what I meant, Miss Mostima—poof!"

Orson, who thought he had said something wrong, was about to explain, but Mastema put a white silk glove on Orson's hair again.

"Haha, I'm just joking, Orson. Although if you really choose to kiss me, I will accept it with a smile, but your refusal also makes me happy."

Mostima let go of her palm, she looked up at the slightly gloomy sky, and then put her gaze back into Orson's dark pupils.

"Come with me on a mission. I originally planned to refuse, but with your help, maybe I can take this opportunity to sell that old gentleman a favor."

Mostima stood up in front of Orson, she was still smiling, but it didn't seem to be as wide as when she deliberately maintained it before.

"Mister, mission?"

"Well, tasks like tutoring and bodyguards, if you're lucky, you may even be able to meet one of the best young ladies in this city? But the angel will probably be angry, haha."

miss...?

Orson vaguely felt that this task might not be "easy".

40 minutes later--

"Oh, oh, Orson...?"

"It really is you, Miss Lin, we meet again."